Barry had seen many unexpected things since becoming the Flash. A man controling the weather with his mind. An alien from another universe. Evil doppelgangers. But none of that was as surprising as when Lisa Snart stormed into Star Labs one day, completely distraught.
The team has been sitting around, waiting for their latest enemy - or just any evil meta in particular - to do something so they'd be able to...do something! Wally was twirling in a chair, wondering if he'd hear from Jesse any time soon. Joe and Barry stood near by, making heartless small talk. Iris and Caitlin were chatting about something girly or nerdy. It was hard to tell. And Cisco was snoozing at the computer desk.
Barry was about to suggest they all go out and do something, when HR walked in, Lisa Snart trailing behind him. Barry gasped and zipped away to put on his Flash suit, because Lisa still didn't know his secret identity.
"Hey, gang! I found someone who needs help, and -" HR started, as Barry zoomed back in as the Flash.
"Lisa?" Cisco frowned, sitting up.
"You know each other?" HR asked.
"...Kind of."
"What is she doing here?" Caitlin asked, an odd tone in her voice. Barry suspected jealousy. Neither Caitlin or Cisco had ever said it out loud, but he got the feeling they probably liked each other. And since Cisco had had a fling with Lisa...
Lisa stepped forward, her eyes looking rather fragile, like glass. It was a look she didn't often let cross her face. "My brother. I need help finding him."
The team shifted awkwardly, when she said this. Barry cleared his throat awkwardly. "Uh, Lisa..."
"He said he and Mick were going on a mission with someone named Rip Hunter," Lisa went on. "But I haven't really heard from him since. And I thought...well you have a lot of interactions...Have you seen or heard from him?"
No one answered. They all just stared at her somberly, the way one might if they thought they needed to feel sorry for you. Except HR. He was oblivious to why everyone looked so glum and was just as confused as Lisa was.
"What?" Lisa frowned. "What is it?" Cisco stood up and pushed his chair towards her.
"You'll want to sit down for this..." he muttered.
Lisa furrowed her brows, growing increasingly suspicious. But she took the seat anyway, watching Team Flash as they each gave her a sympathetic look in turn. It felt like the time CPS took her and Leonard away from Lewis and made them live with their grandfather. Everyone was staring at her, as if she was a weak soul who would break any second.
She really hated that look.
"Lisa," Barry said, wearily stepping forward. "Leonard...he's dead..."
Lisa glared at him."Shut the fuck up." She jumped up, steam practically bursting from her ears. The Flash had never seen anyone so pissed before.
"He died saving the rest of the Legends," Barry tried.
"No!" Lisa screeched. "That's a lie!"
Cisco blinked, knowing exactly how she was feeling right now. "Lisa -"
"He's not dead!" Lisa insisted. "He can't be. He's coming back! He promised!"
Cisco sighed sadly. "The other Legends seen him die, Lisa..."
"Shut up! He's coming back! He told me he was coming back!" Lisa yelled.
"But -"
"Mick would have come back and told me! He's not...he can't be..."
Lisa suddenly felt very faint, as she looked at Team Flash, watching her, probably expecting her to break down crying like a baby.
"I'm sorry..." Barry said. He seemed genuine enough, but it still enraged Lisa beyond all rational thought.
"Where are they?" she hissed.
"The Legends? They're...time...traveling..."
With swift turn, Lisa stormed out of the cortex.
It had been three weeks since Lisa had discovered the truth about her brother. Since then, she'd robbed five banks, put seven people in intensive care, and turned two cars into solid gold. None of it stopped the aching feeling she felt in her chest. It was a never ending void of darkness, an appys she couldn't possibly get out of.
No matter what she did, no matter who she talked to, she was in a constant rage. All she wanted to do was murder and hurt people. She didn't deserve to be happy, why should any of them? The world was, after, a cruel place. She was only adding to the choas. So it didn't really matter. Did it?
Lisa was just rolling her bike into the garage of the apartment she'd been hiding out at, when a voice caught her attention.
"Golden Glider. Well...you've certainly made a name for yourself these past three weeks."
Lisa whipped around, aiming her gun. She came face to face with a man in a yellow suit similar to the Flash's. Except his hood was down, so she could see his face. He had light hair and eyes that shown with an odd kind of spark - a crazy kind of intelligence that let you know he was probably had at least a dozen personality disorders.
"Who the hell are you?" Lisa demanded. "How do you know who I am?"
"Eobard Thawne." He held out his hand for her to shake it, but she made no movement to do so. She just kept aiming her gun at him, in no mood to deal with anyone's shit. After a moment, he let his hand drop and began walking around, as if there wasn't a gun that could turn him into a golden statute trained on his back. He moved like he owned the place. Like he thought he was in charge.
"You and I," he said, "have similar interests."
"You don't know what I'm interested in," Lisa said, glaring at him.
"Really?" Thawne raised an eyebrow at her. He gestured at her with his hand. "You want to kill the Legends." He gestured at himself. "I want to kill the Legends."
Thawne paced back around to where he had been standing previously. "And it just so happens that I can get us both through time so we can accomplish the task."
Lisa snorted. "What? Are you gonna run really fast and let me rid on your back?"
"Better," Thawne said. "I can get a time machine."
"Yeah? And how you gonna do that?"
Lisa didn't make a habit of trusting strange men, especially strange men who appeared to know exactly what he deepest desire was. In fact the only one she'd ever really trusted was Len, but he was gone now.
Thawne smirked. With a flash of red lightening, he was gone. Lisa rolled her eyes. She put her gun back in her holster and was about to head inside, when something caught her eye. In the distance, a massive futuristic ship was flying towards her. It was like something out of Star Wars with a massive hull and guns attached to the sides.
The ship landed in front of the garage. Lisa blinked in surprise. Thawne stepped out from the ship after a moment.
"This," he said, "is how I'm going to do that."
Lisa just stared at him in response.
"I belonged to a time pirate named Chronos," Thawne told her. "He left it abandoned. So what do you say we put it to good use? Work together to destroy the Legends."
Lisa tilted her head, as if deep in thought. She didn't like the way this guy talked as if he was were the boss of her. As if he were already in complete control of everything she did. It reminded her of the way Lewis use to speak to her, before Len had killed him.
"Mm...I've got a better idea," she said. "How about I take this ship for myself and you..."
Quickly, Lisa whipped out her gun and fired. The blast was too fast, even for the evil speedster in front of her. Within seconds Eobard Thawne was nothing more than a pure gold statue, mouth agape.
Lisa frowned. "The faces never come out right."
Shoving the statue out of her way, she made her way onto the ship. It was big enough for at least eight people, Lisa thought as she moved into the pilot's room.
She looked at the controls, realizing she had no idea how to fly this thing. "Damn," she muttered to herself. "I killed him too soon."
But it there was one thing the Snarts were good at, it was figuring out how things worked...well not 'the Snarts.' Lisa was the only one left now...
Shaking the thought away, she started pushing random buttons. None of them did much. Just turned lights on and off, mostly. But one of them did start the engine.
Lisa allowed herself a small smile of pride, before sitting in what she assumed was supposed to be the captain's chair.
"Now...how do I get you in the sky..."
"If you'd like, I could assist with that."
Lisa jumped and looked around wildly, not spotting anyone else on the ship. "Who said that? Who's there?"
"That would be me." The voice was seemingly coming from the ceiling, a monotone sound, echoing slightly. "I am Jerry, the ship's artificial intelligence. I was designed to help stabilize the ship and help make time jumps, while Chronos was presuing the Legends."
"Hey, pal, I didn't ask for your life story," Lisa snapped at the computer. "I just asked for your name."
"My apologies, Miss...?"
"Snart. Lisa Snart."
"Ah. Of course. Miss Snart, my apologies."
Lisa shrugged. "Whatever. You said you were tracking the Legends? Can you do it again?"
"I still have their ship's GPS tracking system in my files, yes," Jerry answered.
"Excellent," Lisa smirked. "And you can fly this thing?"
"It's in my basic programming."
"Good. Now...let's get going."
Star City, 2016
Nate Heyward ran through city hall as fast as his legs would carry him. In his hands he held several books and folders, and slung over his shoulder was a messenger bag full of history junk.
He rounded the corner, pushing past a lady in a pink shirt, before bursting through the door.
"Oh!" he yelped, as guards surrounded him. Like a total bad ass he slid on the floor, the guards grasping at thin air as he slipped out of their reach.
Quickly, Nate jumped up and continued his sprint down the hall. Risking a look back, he saw that he was being presued by the guards...and then he bumped into a woman, making her drop her things.
"Sorry! My bad!" he called over his shoulder, as he ran away.
Rounding another corner, Nate found his destination - the mayor's office - and felt a rush of energy and excitement...however his victory was short lived, when a guard promptly punched him in the face, sending him to the floor with a bruised face. As his back hit the ground, Nate dropped his things, scattering them all around.
He groaned in pain and annoyance, as the guards stood over him and aimed their guns at him. The mayor came out a second later, looking both pissed and concerned.
"What the hell is going on out here?" Oliver yelled.
"Sorry, sir," said one of the guards. "He broke through the security cordon downstairs."
"Only because they wouldn't let me up without an appointment." Nate said. He stood up, with much struggle. "But how does a regular guy get an appointment with the mayor anyway?"
He held his hand out to the mayor. "Heywood," he said, out of brearh. "Dr. Nate Heywood." He looked around awkwardly. "I'm, uh, here to talk about Sara Lance and Ray Palmer...and the rest of the Legends. I think they're all in trouble."
"Thank you for not having me arrested back there," Nate said to Oliver as he organizationed his things. "Those security guards really overreacted. You know, one them tried to mace me. I - "
"Dr. Heywood," Oliver interupted, "I only agreed to give you five minutes, which was three minutes ago, because Ray and Sara are friends of mine. But I don't know the first thing about any Legends."
"Of course you do," Nate insisted, leaning over the table to sort his paper. "Because you're the Green Arrow."
"Excuse me?"
"Huh? "
"We're done here."
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drop a bomb on you like that. It's just that I've exhausted all my normal avenues, and you're the only person left who won't think I'm crazy."
"Are you sure about that?" Oliver asked.
"I'm a historian," Nate said. "I specialize in deductive historical reconstruction. In layman's terms, I'm a time detective, which I really don't have to be to look at a calendar to see one week after you came to this city Robin Hood showed up."
Oliver stared at his for a brief moment, but didn't comment on Nate's deductions one way or the other. Instead he said, "You said that Sara and Ray are -"
"Traveling throughout time with the other Legends," Nate nodded. "Legends is what they call themselves." He added, taking a seat on the couch behind him.
"Now for the past six months," Nate continued. "I've been noticing subtle changes to history - almost imperceptible...Actually if it wasn't for a friend of mine, who's a quantum physicist, I wouldn't have been able to detect the subliminal alterations. The point being...I think I your friends are responsible."
The mayor sighed, looking unimpressed.
"You're looking at me like you want evidence," Nate noted. He reached over and pulled out a piece of paper. "Evidence. Okay. An illuminated manuscript from 1216 depicting a knight - looks a lot like your friend Dr. Palmer. Same nose and chin."
Nate handed Oliver the paper, before reaching for another piece of evidence and continuing his rant. "Erratic text describing a woman in white with a bō staff. Uh, hieroglyphic from Mesopotamia depicting an albeit crude ship that flies through the air and disappears!"
"Let's skip to the part where they're in trouble," Oliver said.
"UFO sighting, New York City, 1942," Nate continued with his evidence. "Multiple witnesses report seeing a flying machine diving into the Atlantic which matches not only the Mesopotamian hieroglyphics but - "
Oliver cleared his throat, growing more impatient by the second. "The part where they're in trouble!" he said, a bit louder than necessary.
"Contemporaneous with the sighting were multiple reports of an under water detonation of an atomic bomb!" Nate said quickly, standing up again.
Oliver stared at him as if he had two heads. What the hell was this guy on?
"Now, the government has denied this," Nate said.
"You said 1942," Oliver pointed out. Nate nodded.
"That's three years before -"
"Before the atomic bomb was supposedly invented, yes. I told you history was changing."
"Dr. Heywood," Oliver said seriously, "if the Legends' ship met an A-bomb, they're not in trouble...they're dead."
Exciting music and Legends of Tomorrow logo.
Atlantic Ocean 24 hours later
"We're closing in on your coordinates, Dr. Heywood," Oliver informed.
"Are you seeing the sonar readings of the sea floor?" Nate asked in response.
"Either that's a really weird looking rock formation...or the wreckage of a time ship."
The two men entered the Waverider, which was laying at the bottom of the sea, flashlights shinning on the walls and floor so they could see.
Nate frowned. "If the Legends went down with the ship -"
"Where are the bodies?" Oliver finished the thought.
They continued walking until they reached the medbay, where they found none other than Mick Rory laying in a medical chair, unconscious.
"The ship's keeping in stasis," Oliver told Nate.
"How do you know that?" the other man asked. Oliver gestured at the screen next to Mick's chair. The word stasis was blinking on the screen in a big, thick font.
"Oh."
He walked over and pushed a button on the screen. Immediately, the lights flicked on and Mick sat up, gasping for air. After a second he jumped up, throwing a punch at Oliver. The mayor of Star City retaliated quickly, blocking the punch and throwing a punch of his own. In a second he had Mick back down in the chair, pinning him there.
"My name is Oliver Queen," he told him. "And my preference is to not break your arm, so I want you to calm down and tell us what happened to your team.
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," Mick grunted.
Twenty minutes later, the three men were in the kitchen. Nate and Oliver were standing in the door way, and Mick was sitting with a bunch of beers in front of him.
"All I remember is being knocked out by that skinny little Englishman," Mick told them. "Very embarrassing."
"I know that Sara told her father she was leaving to protect history," Oliver said.
"Why?" Nate asked. "Why does history need protecting?"
"Because the idiots who were protecting it - the Time Masters - were blown up," Mick explained.
"So you and the Legends took over?" Nate said.
"Mm," Mick nodded. "Chasing down time criminals and fixing the parts of history they screwed up. Aberrations, the captain called them. We were chasing them for about six months without a problem...well the occasional problem."
He went on to tell them a story about saving Albert Einstein and his wife in 1942. How they'd met Damion Darhk, who had an A-bomb and fired it at the Waverider. Rip had scattered the team through time and put Mick in a stasis...and now here they were.
"Okay," Oliver said at the end of Rory's story. "There's just one question you haven't answered."
"Where's Captian Hunter?" Nate asked.
"I don't know," Mick admitted. "Must have time-scattered himself like the rest of them. Guess I gotta play hero and find them."
Nate looked around the kitchen. "Do you even think this ship still flies?"
"Don't see why not," Mick said. "The fridge still works."
"I don't have time to time travel, but if your team is stuck in history, who better to help find them than a historian?" Oliver said, gesturing at Nate.
"This guy?" Mick scoffed.
"Without Dr. Heywood you'd still be in stasis," Oliver pointed out.
"Ah," Mick nodded. "Good point...Library. This way." He pointed down the hall before standing up and walking out of the kitchen.
"Hey, wait. Time out," Nate said, turning to Oliver. "This was supposed to be a salvage mission."
"Who are you kidding? You've been waiting for this your whole life for a chance like this," Oliver pointed out. Slapping the historian's back, the mayor of Star City got up and walked off the Waverider.
"Well, it took some digging," Nate said, walking into the piolit's room. "But I think I finally got a lead on Ray Palmer." He tossed a magazine with a t-rex skeleton on it onto the chair.
"Uh huh," Mick said, not paying attention.
"Are you, uh, sure you know how to fly this thing?" Nate asked.
"Let's find out," Mick said. He started pressing a bunch of buttons and shit. The ship started whirring and vibrating. Nate stumbled over to a chair.
"Maybe you should slow down!" he said.
"Maybe you should shut up and strap in," Mick retorted.
"I can't believe this," Nate said excitedly, as he lowered the strap over his head. "We're about to travel through time!"
"Did I tell you about the side effects?" Mick asked.
Nate grabbed hold of the strap. "What side effects?!"
The Waverider surfaced, bursting through the ocean water and into the sky. A moment later, it disappeared with a flash.
Venice
426
South Dakota
70 million years ago
Ray Palmer was running through the woods with a larger unshaven beard and long uncut hair...so unfortunately, Mick couldn't call him haircut at the moment...
Something rumbled behind him, making him yelp and run faster. He jumped over a pile of leaves and crap and your tv screen whirls around to see - gasp! - a t-rex. Oh, but you knew that. You've seen the episode.
The t-rex roared angrily. Clearly Ray had done something (and you all know that something was trying to eat her baby!) to piss her off.
Ray stopped running and aimed the stick he'd been holding at the dinosaur. Because that is totally a great weapon against a massive animal that can chomp you in half within five seconds. Good job Mr. Palmer!
Suddenly, a blast of fire was shot at the t-rex, making her run away. Ray turned to see an old friend.
"Mick! Buddy! How'd you find me?"
"I didn't," Mick said, lowering his heat gun. "Pretty did."
Nate could be seen from behind him, puking because time travel does that to a guy.
"Is he okay?" Ray asked, as Nate walked over. Mick shrugged. "Side effects of time travel."
"Speaking of which," Nate said, "you're never gonna believe where the rest of your team ended up."
Annd he puked again. Real macho. Okay. Moving on...
Tintangel, England
821
A little child king boy was sitting in his thrown. He sighed like the snobby child he was. "This festival is boring," he whined. "Bring me my wizards!" (Jax and Stein, as you'll recall.)
"My liege," Stein said, as they walked in. "How may we entertain you?" Firestorm bowed. Jax stepped forward.
"Do you wish to gaze into my magic mirror, Your Majesty?" He shoved his iPhone camera in the little king's face. Oooh. Pretty!
"I grow bored of your tricks," the king said. Because he wasn't born in the 21st century. He didn't know how addicting cell phones really were. Honestly. They're like drugs. Good job king child person. Say no to drugs!
He snapped. "Off with their heads!"
...well that was a little harsh. And I, the narrator, am getting Once Upon a Time flash backs, so you continue with story whilst I sob about feels...
"What?" Stein scoffed.
"You little brat!" Jax complained. Honestly, though you'd think they'd be used to death threats by now.
A knight person raised giant weapon at Jax and the professor. (the author is to lazy to look up what it's called. I tried to tell her it'd be beneficial to the readers...but she didn't listen to me, the narrarator. How rude!)
"This is incredible," Nate said, walking in uninvited. "An actual medieval execution? I never imagined I'd see this with my own eyes."
"Who - who's that," Stein asked.
"The new guy," Mick told him.
The executor moved toward Nate, swinging his weapon at him.
"New guy, duck!" Mick yelled. Nate ducked just in time. How unfortunate for those of you who don't like him.
So...yeah. There was a lot of fighting. You all know how that went down, so let's move on, shall we?
Salem
1693
"Vile witch!" some seventeenth century homophobic douche yelled at Sara. "You have corrupted the women of our village!"
"In my defense," Sara told him, "they were happily corrupted." She winked at some maiden we'll never get the name of, making her blush. All the men started shouting, "Hang the witch! Hang the witch!"
So naturally, Sara had to kick their asses. I mean, obviously. What else was she supposed to do? Die? Ha!
She grabbed a dude's stick and whacked him in the face. Most people ran away after that. The rest of the Legends walked up behind her.
"You must be Sara Lance," Nate grinned.
And the poor soul was knocked off his feet. Literally.
"Oh! Whoa, whoa, it's okay," Ray said. "He's with us." He'd shaved and cut his hair at some point off screen, thus being dubbed Haircut again.
Sara grinned and blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Hey."
"Is she always this violent?" Nate groaned from the ground.
Back on the Waverider
"I'm sorry, but so far I haven't been able to detect any historical alteration that would indicate Mr. Hunter was stranded in a time," Nate told the team.
"Uh, why don't we ask Gideon where he is?" Ray frowned.
"Who's Gideon?" Nate asked.
Right on cue, Gideon's giant glowing blue head appeared in the center of the console. "Greetings, Dr. Heywood. I am the ship's artificial consciousness."
"Gideon!" Sara grinned. "We need you to tell us where Rip is."
"I'm afraid he's been taken," Gideon said. (Yes, we're going off book now. Bahaha!)
"Taken?" Stein asked.
"Indeed," the AI agreed.
"By who?" Sara asked.
"By Chronos, it would seem."
All the people from the season one team exchanged looks.
"But...that's impossible," Ray said.
"Who's Chronos?" Nate asked.
"I am," Mick said.
"But you're right here," Nate pointed out.
"That's why Haircut said 'that's impossible.'"
"...Good point," Nate nodded.
"Maybe someone stole your ship?" Jax said.
"Yeah, but who?" Ray asked.
Just then, the ship shook violently. The team stumbled and scrambled for their seats.
"Gideon?" Sara shouted, taking the captain's chair.
"It appears we're under attack," the AI said.
"Got that. By who?"
"Chronos's ship," Gideon said.
"Hm." Sara looked over at Mick. "Looks like we're about to find out who took your ship. Everyone strap in."
Sara maneuvered the Waverider through the temporal zone, Chronos's ship following in suit, firing at them repeatedly.